Lumi and Alba were walking home when they saw police speeding down the street. They looked at each other and Alba asked, “Do you think they’re looking for us?”

“I bet Andri had Eryi do something,” Lumi said with a shrug.

The two reached the alleyway and opened the garage to see both Eryi and Andri looking at his notebook. Lumi and Alba naturally went to go look as well, and Alba retracted in disgust.

“How did you get this many addresses? Are they all Bugs?!”

Andri looked at Alba with a strange stare.

“Yeah, they’re all Bugs.”

“But how did you get them,” he asked, before he was interrupted by Lumi.

“It doesn’t matter. What matters is this gun here!”

Andri smiled and pointed to Eryi, who was quietly sitting beside him.

“Our Eryi brought it back for us.”

Lumi’s eyes shone and she snatched the gun from the table and immediately went to her work station without a word.

Alba asked, “What are you doing?”

“I’m gonna take it apart to see how it works. Don’t fear boys, soon you will have guns!”

Alba’s face turned from green to white, and Andri pulled on Alba’s arm, grabbing his attention.

Andri asked, “Alba, what’s wrong?”

Alba tried to gulp down his horrors and said with a still tone, “Nothing.”

Andri’s eyelids lowered and a darkness in his voice peaked out. “Alba, you’re not questioning anything that we are doing here, are you?”

Hearing this, Eryi’s attention was grabbed and he also stared at Alba. His black soulless eyes appeared slightly from behind his bangs and Alba startled with a chill.

“No! Of course not!”

Andri’s gaze fixated on Alba, and Alba knew he hadn’t been convincing at all.

“We’re going,” Andri said, as he wrote down some addresses on a notepad.

Eryi grabbed the bag and Alba argued, “But the cops are all over the city right now! We’re going to get caught!”

Andri said, “We will not.”

Alba looked at Lumi as if he was reaching for her as his savior, but she didn’t care to notice. He then turned to Eryi, who in return, only stared in silence.

“Shit,” Alba thought. “I’m screwed.”

The boys walked through the back alleys from daylight to dawn, and then night. It had gotten so late that the chilling air threatened the harsh winter that was soon to come. Andri finally stopped before the back of a house.

“You will go first, Alba,” Andri said, “Eryi and I will watch you.”

Alba had known this day would come, but he couldn’t have anticipated it would be today he would be forced to kill innocent people. They hopped the fence and Eryi gave Alba his sword. Alba paused before the back door and said, “I can’t do this!”

“Eryi,” Andri said.

Eryi nodded and took out a sword and pointed it at Alba. Alba’s already horrified expression turned to that of complete and utter terror.

“Wait! I didn’t mean it, you can’t do this!”

Eryi asked, “Can’t do this? Of course we can do this.”

Eryi pointed the blade at Alba’s neck, pressing it hard enough that a little bit of blood was drawn.

Alba looked at Andri, who was gazing at him blankly, like he truly didn’t care for Alba’s life at all. Alba was nothing in his eyes, lesser than the grass below him.

“I’ll do it,” Alba said, putting his hands up as if he were surrendering.

Andri said, “Put the sword down.”

Eryi did as he was told, but Andri said, “No, Alba, put your sword down.”

Alba swiftly put his sword down to his side and Andri said, “Lower. To the floor.”

Alba put the sword to the ground, and Andri said, “You will go in there without your weapon, and without our help.”

“Fine, captain,” Alba said, hiding his fear with annoyed compliance.

Alba tried the door handle, but it wouldn’t budge, as he assumed it wouldn’t.

He asked, “What do I do?”

Andri sighed deeply, obviously annoyed. He walked up to the door, and with a single kick, the door came flying off its hinges and fell to the kitchen floor.

Alba asked, “How?!”

“Shut up, you wanna be caught?”

Alba huffed and looked forward, seeing a man with a shotgun making his way down the stairs.

“Get out of my home, you murderers!”

“Go,” Andri whispered in Alba’s ear.

Alba walked forward and the man warned, “I know who you are, you damn Spiders! You’re all over the news. You have some nerve busting into my home. My wife is already calling the cops as we speak!”

The gun he pointed at this teenage boy shook. He could see the fear within him and it caused him to hesitate. He shot the gun, and Alba just barely managed to get away with only a nick. Still stunned by the strong recoil of his rifle, the man failed to notice Alba running towards him. Alba fought the rifle from the man’s hands and then bashed his head in repeatedly. Alba nearly threw up after he saw what he had done, but he heard the cops and rushed toward Andri and Eryi, who were standing by the door.

“Nuh uh, Alba,” Andri said playfully. “The man is not dead, and his wife is still upstairs.”

“But the cops are almost here!”

Andri sighed and then Alba understood. He wouldn’t be getting out of here unless he proved himself.